Most people I know seem to instantly regress into hysterical toddlers at the sight of a bee or a wasp. But I, although I have been stung once or twice, am only fascinated by them.
Almost a year ago now, I posted a couple of photos which were the product of a photoshoot with a bee. Another one of those photos is currently the header for my blog.
Back then, I was assured by an anonymous commenter that this was a female bee, contrary to what I had thought (tangent: I was so fascinated by who it was with such extensive knowledge of bees who'd found my blog that I then disabled the anonymous commenter function). Now yesterday, when a winged creature of epic proportions made an appearance in exactly the same spot, I still don't know if it's a bee or a wasp. But I was still fascinated by it, and quickly whipped the camera out.
It also reminded me of when, a few years ago, I was shocked to spy the biggest dragonfly I had ever seen in a country as un-tropical as England, resting at my kitchen window.
And today, in continuance of my bright style mood, I decided to wear my dragonfly brooch, which I continue to love despite it having a broken wing.